Capturing the Ghost King
The Armor Ghost, emerging from the tattered banner, roared as it charged toward Su Jingtong, who was suspended in mid-air.
Su Jingtong's eyes sharpened, and he dared not delay for the slightest, hurriedly urging the black Squad Commander to move again.
The Squad Commander grew to a height of ten feet and fell straight down into the deep pit in the center of the courtyard below.
At the same time, Su Jingtong quickly descended to dodge the Armor Ghost's attacks.
He kept making hand Method Formula.
The other four members of the Su Lineage also formed their own Method Formula and struck the base of the formation.
Suddenly, bursts of blood-red light erupted throughout the courtyard.
The crimson light gradually intensified, dyeing the pitch-black Ye Kong a deep crimson.
The Armor Ghost, who was rushing towards Su Jingtong, suddenly felt an immense force, like Mount Tai pressing down on his body.
The Armor Ghost's speed immediately decreased, and its movements suddenly became sluggish.
The bloodshot eyes peeking out from the helmet gap suddenly erupted with boundless hatred.
It was all too familiar with this feeling; it was this very force that had suppressed it in the pitch-black, empty ground for a full thirty years.
Unwilling to be captured, the Armor Ghost brandished his giant sword.
Suddenly, a strong, eerie wind arose, like turbid waves surging into the sky, attempting to resist the power of the formation.
However, this formation was not something that it, with its pseudo-third-tier strength, could withstand. No matter how much it channeled its ghostly energy, it could not break free from the formation's control and was gradually pulled into the deep pit, falling deeper into the earth.
Su Jingtong's face lit up with joy, and he quickly changed the Method Formula.
Shout "Seal off!"
Deep within the cave, there is a small platform, with a ten-foot-tall Ghost Banner planted in the center.
Suddenly, a blood-red transparent barrier lit up on the platform, enveloping the entire platform and sealing the Armor Ghost within it.
Su Jingtong relaxed, walked to the edge of the cave entrance, and looked down.
The Armor Ghost kept ramming against the blood-red barrier, but it couldn't budge it an inch.
The other four members of the Su Lineage also breathed a sigh of relief and urged their movement Movement Method to gather in the deep pit, but Su Jingtong a single sentence.
"To avoid any unforeseen complications, we should press on and capture this ghost under the Ghost Banner in one fell swoop."
"You all continue to activate the formation and lend me a hand."
All five sat cross-legged, continuing to perform hand Method Formula.
In the deep pit.
The Ghost Banner with a brilliant crimson light, and a terrifying suction force emanated from it, pulling the Armor Ghost into the banner.
The Armor Ghost relentlessly brandished his ghost sword, unleashing a torrent of black Sword Qi condensed from ghostly power. This energy was as sharp and unparalleled as a raging storm, relentlessly slashing out to shatter the blood-red light and sever the Ghost Banner.
In an instant, on the small platform, blood-red light and pitch-black ghostly energy intertwined, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
As time passed, the Armor Ghost's resistance gradually weakened.
The five members of the Su Clan were also deathly pale, their spiritual energy severely depleted.
The Armor Ghost was ultimately unable to resist and was absorbed into the Ghost Banner.
"Call!"
With his mission accomplished, Su Jingtong, who had been holding his breath, finally relaxed.
His spiritual energy was almost exhausted, and the constant hand Method Formula he had been making gave him the illusion that his fingers were about to cramp.
However, it was all worth it!
Now that the Ghost King has been taken into the Ghost Banner, as long as he spends some time to completely refine the Ghost King, he will be able to command this pseudo-third-tier Ghost King as easily as his own arm.
The patriarch is nearing the end of his life, and the Su Clan is in turmoil. The patriarch, Su Anping, and the eldest elder Su Wenshi, are engaged in a power struggle, both openly and covertly.
As the third elder of the Su Clan, his cultivation and status were inferior to the two, so naturally he had no right to compete with them.
But the situation is different now.
With the help of this pseudo-third-tier Ghost King, he instantly became the strongest fighter in the Su Clan besides the patriarch, and was qualified to compete with the two of them.
His decades of hard work guarding the Crimson Blood Spirit Crystal Mine were not in vain.
This is why he has never asked the Su Clan for help; he wants to monopolize the pseudo-third-tier Ghost King.
Su Jingtong's face lit up with joy, as if he could see the Su Clan thriving under his control.
In an instant, his expression suddenly turned grim.
A chilling, cold wind swept in from behind.
Turning his head, he saw that it was Jing Lu's late-stage second-tier ghost general, which was less than a hundred meters away from him.
Jing Lu, riding on her flying sword, followed behind the ghost general and also charged through the air.
Su Jingtong was shocked. Jing Lu was not dead, nor had she fled far away. She had been hiding in the shadows all along.
He currently has less than 10% of his spiritual power remaining. The other four members of the Su Lineage are in an even worse situation, with almost no spiritual power left. The pseudo-third-tier Ghost King they just acquired has not yet been refined and cannot be used for the time being.
They seemed to be in a desperate situation.
Su Jingtong gritted his teeth and urged the little spiritual power he had left. The superior-grade Spirit Artifact flying sword flashed with Netherglow, streaking across the Ye Kong like a meteor, heading straight for the ghost general.
He himself stepped on a flying sword and immediately fled on it.
The other four members of the Su Lineage also scattered like birds and beasts.
They knew that Jing Lu was after Su Jingtong, and as long as they stayed away from Su Jingtong, Jing Lu wouldn't be distracted by dealing with them.
Instead of using their swords, the four of them used their movement Movement Method to disappear into the darkness behind them.
"Su Jingtong, you can't escape. Hand over the top-grade Spirit Artifact Ghost Banner and the pseudo-third-tier Ghost King obediently, and I'll spare your dog's life!"
Jing Lu shouted with no small amount of pride.
Because Su Jingtong's spiritual power was insufficient, he could not fully unleash the power of the superior-grade Spirit Artifact flying sword, and the flying sword was easily blocked by Jing Lu's ghost general.
In Jing Lu's view, Su Jingtong was already fighting like a cornered beast, and the top-grade Spirit Artifact Ghost Banner and the pseudo-third-tier Ghost King were already his.
Su Jingtong glanced back at Jing Lu, who was chasing further and further away, a fierce glint in his eyes.
"You think you can kill me so easily?"
"I haven't been in the Crimson Blood Spirit Mine for nothing these past few decades. Every year, a large number of mine slaves die. Before the Ghost King sealed them away, the intense resentment on the miners' bodies wasn't wasted."
As he spoke, a stark white skull suddenly appeared in his hand.
The skull was filled with resentment and malevolent Yin Qi, and its instability made it seem as if it might burst forth at any moment, turning the surrounding area into a dark and desolate wasteland.
Su Jingtong threw the skull forcefully.
The skull was in the blink of an eye, not far from Jing Lu.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
The skull suddenly exploded, and boundless resentment and countless Yin Soul swept out like a black hurricane, engulfing Jing Lu and his ghost general.
Jing Lu's expression changed drastically. He had not expected that Su Jingtong would use the souls and resentment of countless mine slaves to create such a vicious, one-time-use treasure.
He hurriedly commanded the ghost general to crash into the hurricane of resentment, while he himself turned and fled on his sword.
A black hurricane swept past, instantly swallowing the Ghost General, and Jing Lu was also caught in it.
The hurricane was like a knife, instantly tearing apart Jing Lu's protective spiritual power and then ripping his physical body apart.
"Puff!"
Jing Lu coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Then, swept away by the hurricane, it was blown into the distance.
The black hurricane came quickly and went quickly, dissipating in a short time, leaving behind countless resentments that permeated the sky within a radius of several miles, obscuring the bright moon and stars.
It was as if those miners who died tragically were telling this world their tales of a miserable and unjust life.